[Telling, yes. But Astarion just pockets that information away for later use. Gale's eager for this, hungry for it, and Astarion can use that hunger. He lets his eyes slip closed as he closes he space between them. There was no intention to make this something deeper in his mind, only a simple kiss. A taste of things to come, perhaps. And a little bit of a show of just how experienced he is at this. How he knows to slant his lips over Gale's, to let just the slightest hint of a hum reverberate through them as he draws away, his nose tracing lightly against Gale's cheek. He looks, half-lidded, up at Gale when the kiss ends. His lips are ever so slightly parted as the moment hangs in the air, his breath faint across Gale's skin.]
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